My friend Deb tweeted at me today: What was she referring to?
Here’s the backstory. Last night I was sitting on my couch in a black tank top and a pair of sweat pants, laptop on my lap, surfing the net when Yoono (my Firefox add on social networking client) alerted me to some unread Tweets. Meghan McCain, whom I follow because sometimes she has interesting things to say about politics, and because, despite the fact that I sometimes wish I didn’t, I like her, had posted a new twit-pic about staying in on a Wednesday to read a book about Andy Warhol. This was the twit-pic:
I admit my first thought was “whoa, girlie’s got the GIRLS out.”
But then my inner feminist began to chastise me. What do you MEAN she’s got the girls out? You two are wearing the EXACT SAME OUTFIT! You betta check yourself before you wreck yourself, lil Miss Feminist! Continue reading “something on my chest”